Clean Slate

clean slate

Let it be

this lust for life, all our

pride and joy.

 

Explore the power of your

black & white

and the ever-softness and

sensuality of grey.

Find your balance,

your life of paradox and grit of in-between.

Unleash the magic as beauty is amplified

and

explore your bit of serene.

This is the moment…

Where is your wild devotion?

What is your own quiet revolution?

Always by your side, Darling.

 

 

 

So Write

B&W Echinacea

Set the stage.

A burning candle.

A blank page.

Fearlessness. Euphoria. Apply daily.

Integration.

A place to play….

Bring forth truth.

Calling Spirit as guide.

Permission granted to dream wild.

Trust your longings, your cravings, your passions & desires.

Dance with questions.

Be genuine, real, raw, you.

Remember. Restore. Reveal.

Write.

Home Sanctuary

plate of flowers on linen

Retreat Rest Restore

The magic of home

it is a perfect mix of beauty & comfort,

rich, decadent & chocolaty,

velvet softness and brick & stone.

Our enchantment is always the goal

seek and find the

PLEASURE.

The best setting is the one that allows the extraordinary to emerge,

the meaningful moments to converge

into a stunning tapestry of your reality & truth.

Design your surroundings to inspire confidence and relax into

and set your intention

to enjoy the finer, simple things.

And

GATHER

serving up yourself

over and over.

Spilling out

JOY.

Where do you dwell with the Divine?

Sweetheart, home is you.

Daily Acts of Anarchy

Lighter Flick

The truth:

You are enough

Just as you are.

 

The not-enoughness is a lie.

You, as the real, truth-bearing honesty-telling you is all any of us need,

you being you

as a daily act of anarchy.

You are worth seeing, sharing, knowing.

Immerse us in your unique Divinity.

And

Thank you,

Your raw rebellion

is just what we need.

What do you know to be true right now?
Where do you feel truth?

Beloved One, you are amazing. Just as you are.

(Pinterest Image)

 

The Color of My Passion

piano keys of color

Dancing in deep peacock blue & opening to violet dreams

with whispers of palest, powdery blue and blushing, cotton candy pink.

The desire of you.

I write in black and white,

take pictures in that scheme too

because I think

the feelings are conveyed with greater depth & clarity,

in shadow and shades of gray.

But dreams,

dreams are a chaos of color

vibrant

blinding.

The rich hues leave behind

residue on my eyelids

and color my days

splendid.

What makes your face light up?

Follow your evocative truth, ma biche.

In my Becoming I am…

blue flower in asphalt

Her in this Here

unapologetic

more myself

a curious dark diamond

a blue bird with raven wings

such a pretty little thing

with strong roots and spread wings

the simple goodness of giggles bubbling

a swirl of colors and shadow play

busted and whole

smooth and jagged

a perfect piece of broken soul

a woman caked in mud rising as wild

the one I want

tasting my magnificence

and am intoxicated with my scent

 

What are your ingredients today?

Darling, keep dreaming.

Pinterest Image

I Seek

key in a door

to leave ordinary behind for a time,

peer behind the veil

where upheaval & chaos prevail

(the state of my soul, a place I know well)

this space, so refreshing

where my mind unravels the dressings

which have been

keeping me wrapped, mummified and quiet

what if,

I listened to and chose to be

just

me?

 

I am turned on when…

live lusciously, my darling

 

(Pinterest Image)